"When I survey the wondrous cross. On which the Prince of glory died.
My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Where every realm of nature mine. My gift was still be far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my soul, my life, my all..." Forest Lake

Not only did my Savior die as the ultimate sacrifice. In place of my undeserving life, but by faith and sight and a penetrating light. His apostles words to me, through the Spirit have burned quiet bright! Declaring in many ways, that I, too, died at Calvary that unnatural night, and the life I now live is but that of Christ's own life. Ushered forth consistently, and continually as I abide, in Him, in the Light.

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Billy Witt